who will ask when the whistler comes
with his bag of crusts and crumbs
and his acolytes the crows
what he knows 'bout tunefulness
whether his atonal pipings
are note for note
intended as background music
for whatever is the plot
while in the wings the prompter calls
and if we've got our timings right
edge through the scaffolding
pass across the stage
as though
we might be unaware
that an audience was there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
While in the wings promoter calls wonderfully we of course go on reading such beautifully presented poem.